To be king and magician

After smashing Arthur's light blade with all his strength, Xia Chuanhu opened his left hand with five fingers, but before he could close it and make the next blow, Arthur had already arrived in front of his eyes!

(by——)

The holy sword slashed horizontally like a golf ball——

"Boom!"

Xia Chuanhu was immediately smashed and flew towards the dome of the barrier!

(Damn it, if I want to realize a more powerful fantasy, I will not be given time to prepare at all, and the melee combat is also [-]-[-]... This will never end.)

It is true that in terms of comprehensive power, Xia Chuanhu is firmly above Arthur. As an elf, he has the power to suppress anyone exactly. If Arthur's power is one hundred, then He is 110.

In the melee combat, the two of them could do nothing to each other. Counting the realization of fantasy, Xia Chuanhu was undoubtedly stronger, but the problem was that the strength of the realization of fantasy completed in a hurry was not enough to interfere with Arthur's actions. And if Xia Chuanhu wanted to realize a more refined fantasy, Arthur would never give him that time.

Not for a second!

And if the process of realizing the fantasy is interrupted, Xia Chuanhu will be hit hard by Arthur because of the flaws revealed!

"Boom--!"

Tremors came from below, and Arthur stepped on the ground and galloped towards Xia Chuanhu who was leaning on the dome!

"Pfft--!"

The holy sword pierced through Xia Chuanhu's chest in an instant!

Fatal wound!

Staring at Arthur's lifeless eyes, gritted his teeth, reached out and clasped Arthur's body from the back of his head, under Arthur's slightly enlarged eyes, Xia Chuanhu hugged him tightly——

"You sent this up yourself, go change your head, bastard..."

"Boom——————————————!!"

Earth-shattering explosions resounded through the enchantment.

29. Get up, you bad boy!

As an elf, Xia Chuanhu has the following abilities.

- Real-time awareness of the surrounding space.

- Full support from the planet itself.

——The realization of utopia.

And the ability to transform oneself in response to the enemy's fighting style - self-transformation.

Compared with the other three, self-transformation is an ability that Xia Chuanhu seldom uses. After all, the positioning of this thing and the realization of utopias is almost the same, but there are differences.

Realization of fantasy is the transformation of the world itself. The objects that can be affected do not include living things, but the ability to freely change the environment and conditions.

Self-transformation is aimed at one's own ability.

No matter what kind of enemy you face, you can adjust yourself to the state of restraint that is most suitable for confronting it, and the specific form of expression is the dress.

In the current situation, the most suitable usage should be to create a slash that can resist Arthur, or a change that can speed up the recovery speed.

but--

"Boom——————————!"

Amidst the explosion and violent flames that shook the entire space barrier a few times, Arthur's figure fell straight from the dome to the ground like a kite that had dropped its string.

Forcefully pulling out the holy sword from his chest and throwing it away, Xia Chuanhu gasped and slowly fell down: "It's equivalent to the impact of a volcanic eruption...Is this enough for your head to wake up?"

Now Xia Chuanhu was wearing a fiery red dress that was like burning magma, emitting heat continuously.

This is a dress made out of the imagination of "Volcano", which will release the impact equivalent to the level of a volcanic eruption at all times.

Shock, flames, heat... the very existence of this garment is equivalent to the concept of a volcano.

The blow of the volcanic eruption was applied to Arthur's head at zero distance. Now it seems that the effect is quite significant, and it is not in vain that Xia Chuanhu was stabbed to the heart.

(Fortunately, the heart was not stabbed, otherwise even the scabbard with the holy sword would have to recover for a while-this is the end...)

"Crack..."

A slight voice suddenly came out.

Arthur, who was lying not far away, was covered in scorched black. It is reasonable to say that he was hit by a volcanic eruption. He should be unable to stand up in a short time, but now, in the eyes of Xia Chuanhu, he is standing up again bit by bit. up.

"Aren't you too resistant to beating?"

Even Xia Chuanhu was a little surprised.

Because of being the living seal of Vortigern, Arthur will now unconsciously use part of Vortigern's magic power, and Vortigern itself has the Holy Grail, and its magic power is almost unlimited.

With the support of this infinite magical power, or the unconscious use of the power of the Holy Grail, Arthur, who should have been unable to stand up, miraculously stood up—probably such a situation.

"Huh~~~ha~~~~"

Taking a deep breath, Xia Chuanhu raised his holy sword in a few breaths to recover to his heyday through planetary support.

As a result, after fighting desperately for nearly 7 minutes, they returned to the original point.

(I feel like this will never end, I must give him a big one...)

"you you......"

However, when Xia Chuanhu was thinking, Arthur, who stood up again, did not attack immediately, but opened and closed his mouth, like an aphasic patient who had recovered his language ability, and said a sentence bit by bit talk.

"You are...uh...you...are...tiger..."

"!"

Xia Chuanhu's eyes trembled slightly, and then he sighed heavily: "Are you awake? Stupid Arthur."

"Uh... ah... I... hurry..."

As if he was enduring something, the holy sword in Arthur's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and he covered his head with both hands, as if desperately trying to crush his head.

Something is wrong!

(Could it be that it hasn't recovered yet... No, judging from the language, it should have recovered a little bit, but—is it the influence of Vortigern?!)

Arthur has been suppressing Vortigern to prevent it from fully recovering with the help of the Holy Grail. For this reason, his own self, consciousness, and spirit have almost been exhausted in the past six months, and he can almost be said to be a puppet.

How many commands can be issued is already the limit.

But now, through the battle with Xia Chuanhu, plus the heavy blow to the head just now, after subconsciously using the power of the Holy Grail, Arthur began to recover part of it—hence, he felt the pain again.

He risked his life to suppress Vortigern's pain.

Vortigern is the final device made by the British Isle. Whether it is in the pan-human history or the Lost Belt, its purpose is to destroy the British Isle. It cannot be suppressed and sealed by a single person.

So, now Arthur is backlashed.

No, it should be said assimilation.

"Arthur... in pain?"

"Uh... ah..."

Bending down tremblingly to pick up the holy sword, Arthur turned to Xia Chuanhu stiffly, but at this moment, Xia Chuanhu had already come to him and sent the holy sword in his hand into his chest.

Just like he had done to himself not too long ago.

Without any hesitation.

Unlike Xia Chuanhu who is an elf, Arthur is a follower. If the spirit core is shattered, it will not be able to survive for a long time anyway. Making a wish to the Holy Grail may be a possible way, but Arthur is doing it. less than.

After all, the actual owner of the Holy Grail is Vortigern, not Arthur.

Putting his arms around Arthur and sitting down slowly, Xia Chuanhu sighed slightly as he watched his face return to calm: "You really will find something for me to do, so you don't think it's because you like being beaten by me? Ten It was the same way years ago.”

"I'm causing you trouble, Master..." Arthur's voice sounded weak, "I always believed that you would come here."

"I don't want a man's trust at all, it's so numb, I have goose bumps all over my body."

"Haha, yes."

After a few wry smiles, Arthur said sternly: "It's not over yet, Xia Chuan. I can feel it, because now my spirit core has been crushed by you, and the seal on Vortigerm that has been maintained until now has also been broken. This Vortigerm The inherent barrier that has manifested will be dispelled soon, and after that—”

"Okay, come on, shut up first, I'll stuff it!"

Taking out the Holy Grail snatched from Gawain, Lancelot and Tristan, Xia Chuanhu stuffed it all into Arthur's body, then grabbed his collar and said, "You look like Are you going to go back to Avalon to sleep? Want to run away before finishing what you should do? Good idea, get up for me, the battle is not over yet."

"The three knights under your command are worried about you to death, and Vortigern is about to wake up. Are you the kind of person who won't try to get back after being knocked down once?"

"At least I'm not."

Xia Chuanhu stood up and kicked Arthur, as if urging him to stand up quickly.

"It is the red dragon of Britain, Arthur Pendragon, who wants to destroy Vortigern, right?"

30. The BOSS has changed its stage, ready to take drugs

The world is collapsing.

This is the only thing Gao Wen and others can understand now.

And this is not a description, but a literal sense, the [world] they live in is beginning to collapse.

"This world is the inherent enchantment that Vortigern manifested through the Holy Grail, and it is the resting place it prepared for itself. Now that it is starting to collapse, it means..."

"Vortigern is about to wake up."

Arturia picked up the second half of Gawain's sentence.

"It's also because of this that there are so many dragon disasters suddenly appearing now."

Now the three of them are located outside the White Dragon Kingdom. After the battle between Xia Chuanhu and Arthur began, for some reason, a large number of dragon disasters appeared one after another outside the city. One person can't handle it at all.

Therefore, even though they really wanted to see the final result of that battle, Gao Wen and the others rushed back to the main gate immediately, finally barely resisting the dragon disaster.

It can be said to block——

"There's no end to this!"

Waving the flames and burning the flying Wyvern to ashes, Black Joan panted and complained.

Contrary to Joan of Arc whose defense power is equal to that of a fortress, Joan of Arc's firepower is undoubtedly at the battleship level. The reason why she can stably resist the dragon disaster is largely because she keeps pouring out firepower.